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In  Loving  flemory 


OF 

Samuel  Jarvis  Glover, 


WHO  ENTERED  INTO  REST 
OCTOBER  EIGHTH,  1892. 


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At  his  home,  1315  Michigan  Avenue. 


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ADDRESS  BY  HIS  PASTOR, 


Rev.  Simon  J.  McPherson,  D.  D. 


'Q^HE  Bible  has  much  to  say  of  genealogy. 

The  qualities  of  its  leading  characters,  good 
and  bad  alike,  are  traced  back  to  their  ancestors. 

Abraham,  Moses  and  David  have  biogra- 
phies, which  begin  generations  before  their  birth. 

The  Son  of  Man  himself  has  his  lines  of 
descent  carefully  narrated 

On  the  other  hand,  how  many  weak  or 
wicked  Kings  of  Israel  have  the  taint  in  their 
blood  referred  to  Jeroboam,  the  son  of  Nebat, 
who  made  Israel  to  sin. 

Similarly,  the  modern  doctrine  of  heredity 
emphasizes  a natural  law.  Like  tends  to  beget 
like  in  human  nature  as  well  as  in  the  lower 
orders  of  life.  We  can  hardly  account  for  a 


man’s  character  unless  we  learn  something  of 
his  origin  and  family  history.  Not  only  racial 
and  national  traits,  but  personal  characteristics 
are  handed  down  from  father  to  son. 

Samuel  Jarvis  Glover  will  illustrate  the 
fact  that  this  law  obtains  in  America  as  well 
as  in  older  countries.  His  qualities  are  largely 
explained  for  us  by  his  derivation.  For  some 
centuries  his  stock  was  of  clean,  wholesome, 
uncontaminated  blood.  His  Glover  forefathers, 
who  occupied  their  manor  house  at  Manchester, 
England,  from  15?0  to  1677,  were  persecuted 
for  conscience  sake  in  the  reign  of  bloody 
Mary.  One  of  them,  a nephew  by  marriage  of 
good  Bishop  Latimer,  became  a martyr  in  1???. 


On  both  sides,  he  belonged  to  worthy 
New  England  Puritans.  On  his  mother’s  side, 
he  traced  his  family  tree  to  the  Aldens  and 
the  Mayflower.  That  he  should  become  an 
industrious,  honest,  self-reliant,  and  home-loving 
man,  was  to  be  expected,  as  a development  of 
his  native  fibre. 

Nearly  forty  years  ago,  while  Jarvis  was  still 
little  more  than  a boy,  he  followed  his  married 
sister  to  Chicago,  as  a unit  in  that  New  Eng- 
land migration,  which  has  been  such  a tonic 
to  the  life  of  our  city  and  the  Northwest. 

No  beating  of  drums  announced  his  ar- 
rival, or  characterized  his  useful  career.  He 
went  quietly  to  work,  and  he  worked  quietly 


and  effectively  to  the  week  before  he  left  this 
world.  His  rise  was  not  in  any  way  phenom- 
enal, but,  like  that  of  many  others  who  have 
been  among  our  best  citizens,  it  was  steady, 
persistent,  and  based  on  merit- 

While  he  made  no  verbal  claims  for  him- 
self or  his  blood,  the  momentum  of  character 
and  heredity  carried  him  to  an  honorable  place 
among  his  peers.  His  employers  learned  to 
depend  upon  him  and  to  trust  in  him. 

After  serving  the  Michigan  Southern  Rail- 
way Company  for  a number  of  years,  he 
accepted  a position  of  responsibility  in  the 
Fort  Wayne  Railway  Company,  with  which  he 
remained  for  a quarter  of  a century. 


The  late  George  W.  Cass  liked  to  refer  to 
him  as  “one  of  my  boys.”  Trained  under  that 
official,  his  self-control,  or  else  his  equable 
temperament,  made  him  popular  with  the  public, 
and  his  carefulness,  fidelity,  and  strict  integrity 
rendered  him  the  safe  and  valued  custodian  of 
millions  of  money.  Before  the  war,  he  formed 
a business-like  partnership  which  continued  for 
almost  thirty  years,  down,  indeed,  to  the  day 
of  his  death. 

A man’s  inner  character  is  best  known  to 
those  who  stand  nearest  to  him. 

His  partner,  a deeply  bereaved  mourner 
here,  to-day  testifies,  that,  during  that  long 
period,  there  was  never  a serious  business 


difference,  never  a suspicion,  nor  ever  a sharp 
or  angry  word  between  them.  They  believed  in 
one  another  without  being  once  deceived.  Such 
facts  are  an  unanswerable  testimonial  to  char- 
acter, and  one  of  the  sweetest  comforts  in 
bereavement.  They  make  the  ministry  of  mem- 
ory sacred.  Moreover,  the  same  competent 
witness  assures  us  that,  throughout  these  years, 
partnership  meant  friendship;  that  Mr.  Glover 
was  always  not  only  the  trustworthy  business 
man,  but  a gentleman,  and  that  he  never  was 
heard  to  utter  a coarse  or  profane  word.  Is  not 
that  practical  Christianity  of  an  impressive  type? 

When  we  remember,  also,  as  attested  by 
those  who  knew  him  best,  that  Mr.  Glover 


dispensed  many  charities,  unobtrusively,  to  un- 
fortunates who  were  brought  into  business 
relations  with  him,  especially  striving  to  help 
them  to  help  themselves;  are  we  not  reminded 
of  an  often  neglected  business  injunction  of 
St-  Peter  (1st  Ep.  St.  Peter,  ?d,  8th  and  9th 
verses):  “Be  ye  all  of  one  mind,  having  com- 
passion one  of  another;  love  as  brethren,  be 
pitiful,  be  courteous;  not  rendering  evil  for  evil, 
or  railing  for  railing;  but  contrariwise  blessing, 
knowing  that  ye  are  thereunto  called  that  ye 
should  inherit  a blessing.” 

The  social  qualities  of  this  friend  of  ours 
is  known  to  many  of  you  quite  as  well  as  to 
me.  He  enjoyed  social  life,  but  in  an  unosten- 


tatious  fashion.  He  valued  friendship,  because 
he  had  the  capacity  to  be  a friend.  While 
communicative  on  all  common  interests,  with 
a manner  always  even,  cordial  and  open,  he 
was  somewhat  reserved,  as  to  all  the  deeper 
and  more  intimate  experiences  of  his  own 
heart.  The  result  was,  that  he  was  a pleasant 
acquaintance  to  hundreds,  and  probably  to 
thousands,  but  he  was  the  familiar  friend  to 
comparatively  few.  The  public  hardly  knew 
him  well,  but  those  next  to  him  understood  his 
whole  nature,  and,  in  consequence,  loved  him 
with  extraordinary  intensity.  He  kept  himself 
generally  conversant  with  public  questions,  espec- 
ially with  those  bearing  upon  the  development 


of  this  city,  and  he  thought  of  them  earnestly 
as  a public  spirited  man,  but  he  never  cared 
to  become  conspicuous  as  a public  leader.  He 
was  modest,  as  fine  natures  are  wont  to  be, 
and  his  voice  was  not  heard  in  the  streets. 

The  heart  of  his  social  qualities  was  re- 
vealed in  domestic  life.  His  devotion  to  his 
family  was  of  a most  rare  sort,  constant,  con- 
siderate, and  uniformly  affectionate.  He  could 
hardly  speak  of  his  mother,  after  she  was  taken 
away,  without  tears.  He  never  married,  but 
the  love  commonly  given  to  wife  and  children, 
he  lavished  upon  brothers  and  sisters.  I have 
never  seen  a more  striking  example  of  fraternal 
devotion.  His  home  was  always  happy , unkind 


words,  selfish  actions,  and  unlovely  thoughts 
were  unknown.  They  were  not  banished,  be- 
cause they  never  entered — never  seemed  to  look 
in.  The  trio  who  in  later  years  composed  it 
were  like  an  equi-lateral  triangle,  without  rival- 
ry, mutually  dependent,  and  sufficient  to  one 
another,  and  on  every  side  presenting  one  un- 
changing front  to  the  world  without.  To  his 
sister,  in  the  home,  he  was  not  only  thought- 
ful and  affectionate,  but  gallant  and  chivalrous. 
Her  companion  at  all  social  functions,  on  pub- 
lic occassions  in  the  church.  At  a friend’s 
house  he  was  at  once  a brother,  a friend,  and  an 
escort.  To  his  inseparable  brother  he  was  what 
David  was  to  Jonathan;  they  had  a reciprocal 


and  wonderful  affection,  passing  the  love  of 
women.  Perfect  sympathy  and  confidence  dis- 
tinguished all  their  relations.  It  is  not  strange 
that  to-day  they  feel  as  though  they  were 
losing  their  stay  and  their  staff,  nor,  that  they 
recollect  his  whole  life  with  them  as  really 
Christ-like  in  its  leading  aspects.  As  his 
brotherliness  to  the  married  members  of  the 
family  was  hued  with  the  same  colors  of 
affectionateness,  even  if  the  relations  were 
necessarily  less  intimate,  it  is  not  strange  that 
there  is  in  this  household  to-day  a sense  of 
loss  too  great  for  words  and  too  deep  even  for 
tears.  The  extent  of  their  common  loss,  how- 
ever, is  the  measure  of  their  gratitude  and  joy. 


u.  OF  ILL  LIB. 


However  deeply  our  friendly  hearts  sympathize 
with  them,  we  instinctively  congratulate  them  on 
all  that  they  have  been  permitted  to  enjoy  and 
on  the  great  treasure  that  they  had  to  give 
back  to  God. 

With  profound  thankfulness,  we  may  like- 
wise learn  that  there  was  eternal  hope  in  this 
manly  heart  when  it  failed.  God  was  the 
strength  of  his  heart  and  his  portion  forever. 
While  rather  taciturn  about  his  consecrated, 
religious  sentiments,  and  while  making  no  such 
public  confession  of  them  as  was  made  by  his 
ancestor  at  the  cost  of  life  itself,  he  did  ac- 
knowledge them  in  his  home,  particularly  to 
his  trusted  sister.  Not  many  months  ago, 


sitting  with  her  here  in  the  cool  of  the  day,  he 
voiced  his  faith  in  these  words: 

“Auspicious  Hope, 

In  thy  sweet  gardens  grow 
Wreaths  for  all  care — 

A balm  for  every  woe.” 

To  his  like-minded  brother  he  said  that  on 
the  stone  that  should  mark  his  last  resting- 
place,  he  should  like  to  have  inscribed  these 
words  of  our  Christ: 

‘ ‘ Let  not  your  hearts  be  troubled;  ye  believe 
in  God;  believe  also  in  me.” 

A child  of  the  covenant,  he  was  true  to 
the  religious  faith  of  his  ancestors.  He  loved 
the  Bible,  and  especially  those  Psalms  which, 


as  he  said,  expressed  our  heart  experiences  so 
much  better  than  we  could  express  them  our- 
selves. He  loved  the  simple  worship  of  the 
Church  of  Christ.  He  particularly  loved  its 
hymns,  of  which  three  favorites  of  his  are  to  be 
heard  at  these  services  to-day.  To-day,  in  the 
chief  cathedral  in  the  chief  city  in  the  world, 
reverend  hands  are  laying  to  rest  the  dust  of 
the  great  modern  singer  of  faith,  hope  and  love. 

With  no  less  reverend  hands  we  are  cor- 
dially administering  the  last  offices  to  an 
esteemed  colleague,  neighbor,  friend  and  brother. 
However  different  the  outward  conditions  of 
their  lives,  1 feel  sure  that  Samuel  Jarvis  Glover 
shared  not  only  in  the  soul’s  struggles,  but 


also  in  the  heart  triumphs  of  Lord  Tennyson, 
and  in  his  sweet  and  melodious  trust.  His  life 
equally  testified  in  common  manhood’s  phrase: 
“Our  wills  are  ours;  we  know  not  how. 

Our  wills  are  ours  to  make  them  thine.” 
His  death,  as  it  casts  its  halo  backwards 
upon  the  lives  that  loved  him,  was  a greeting 
to  the  Life  of  the  World: 

Strong  Son  of  God, 

Immortal  Love. 

As  earth  is  God’s  first  temple,  we  may 
bid  him  farewell  with  the  heroic  address: 


“In  the  great  cathredal  leave  him. 

God  accept  him;  Christ  receive  him.” 


Hymn  No.  l. 


The  Hymns  Sang  at  the  Services  at  the  house, 

1315  MICHIGAN  AVENUE. 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 

While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high: 

Hide  me,  O my  Saviour  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 

Safe  into  the  haven  guide: 

Oh!  receive  my  soul  at  last! 

Other  refuge  have  I none; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee: 

Leave,  ah!  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me: 

All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I bring; 

Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 


Hymn  No.  2. 


In  the  Christian’s  home  in  glory 
There  remains  a land  of  rest; 

There  my  Saviour’s  gone  before  me 
To  fulfill  my  soul’s  request. 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  you— 

On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 

In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 

Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 
There  is  rest  for  you ! 

He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 

Which  eternally  shall  stand, 

For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. 

There  is  rest,  etc. 

Pain  nor  sickness  ne’er  shall  enter, 
Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share; 
But  in  that  celestial  center 
I a crown  of  life  shall  wear. 

There  is  rest,  etc. 

Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanquished, 
And  his  sting  shall  be  withdrawn; 
Shout  for  gladness,  O ye  ransomed ! 
Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn. 
There  is  rest,  etc. 


Hymn  No.  3. 


Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb; 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 

And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
To  slumber  in  the  silent  dust. 

Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 

Invade  thy  bounds;  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 

While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

So  Jesus  slept;  God’s  dying  Son 

Passed  thro’  the  grave  and  blessed  the  bed: 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 

Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn ! 

Attend,  O earth ! his  sovereign  word: 
Restore  thy  trust:  a glorious  form 
Shall  then  ascend  to  meet  the  Lord ! 


Hymn  No.  4. 


Abide  with  me  ! Fast  falls  the  eventide, 

The  darkness  deepens— Lord  with  me  abide ! 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 

Help  of  the  helpless,  oh,  abide  with  me  1 

Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life’s  little  day; 

Earth’s  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I see; 

O thou,  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me ! 


THE  BENEDICTION. 


“Now  the  God  of  peace,  that  brought  again  from  the 
dead  our  Lord  Jesus,  that  great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
through  the  blood  of  the  everlasting  covenant,  make  you 
perfect  in  every  good  work  to  do  his  will,  working  in  you 
that  which  is  well  pleasing  in  his  sight,  through  Jesus 
Christ;  to  whom  be  glory  for  ever  and  ever.  Amen.” 


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